I wonder,
Is it real? Am I fooling myself again?
This pull that I feel, is it really real?
It calls to me through the ether,
I think
You call to me through the ether.
My intuition is jammed with logic,
Logic that tells me
I do not know your hand.
Yet I cannot understand
How these coincidences
Keep on happening?
Little things.
Something and nothings,
They sing,
Ring through my head!
You show up every day,
And have little to say.
But I know you're there,
You make your presence known.
Yet I do not know your presence at all.
I feel you in my blood
But how do I know you're not already in love?
I do not know your circumstance.
A glance through pixels,
A happenstance.
Perhaps a chance?
I do not know.
A bond through wires
Stoked my desires.
Silly really.
I'm writing you a love poem
Though I do not know you at all.
About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site
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